Fifteen years ago I was out in the woods with nothing but a pellet gun and ran into my first sasquatch. I had him at about 140 yards and dropped one right into his boiler room. It wasn't enough to drop him and he ended up coming right towards me. I got a couple more good shots off before I bailed. Made it to a decent sized hole in the ground and crawled in right as he got to me. All I remember after that is having something pulling on my leg. 
